O Mother earth gave me
A place spread my roots
That drew the life energy
For branch to grow
O Spring shower did assist
By watering me nurture
I spread my branch
On it I put buds grow
O Sun light help buds
To opened up heart
For aroma to go far
To give open invitation
O Bee, please come to
Pollinate for nectar
When you visit me
It will be ready pick
O Man, please do pluck
With care with tenderness
Without my thorn bites
Let your love have joy
That is the our love of labor
Because you care for us
In the winter covering, and
In the summer weeding
Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out
thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
